Most of the time I write stories because something sticks in my mind.
There was a discussion on the Punishment Book blog
titled Examining
My Conscience. The idea of guilt, spanking and redemption
stuck in my mind, so I wrote this story. I should note that I was not
raised in any religion and I am an atheist. But what spanking top does not
have a soft spot in their heart for recovering Catholic School Girls?
How could we not offer our aid in helping them atone for their naughty
behavior?

In Erica Jong's novel Fear of Flying she describes the zipless
fuck in sexual fantasies. Fantasies are unbound from all of those
concerns that exist with sex in real life. I have always loved the
idea of a weekly spanking. In this story Maria gets spanked every
Sunday. It is part of a ritual that she depends on. Sometimes it's a
sexy spanking and sometimes it's a punishment spanking. Unfortunately
I don't know of too many real couples that manage to keep to a
schedule of regular weekly spankings over a long period of time. Real life
tends to intrude and the schedule breaks down. So be careful trying
this at home boys and girls and don't be too disappointed if it
doesn't work out in the long run.

One final note and then I'll quite cluttering up the page and we can
get onto the story of Maria and the punishment spanking she gets one
Sunday.

The wonderfully literate Postmodern Courtesan, whose blog is now sadly
gone, commented that when it comes writing about the act of
intercourse it can quickly become repetitive. There are a limited
number of ways we can describe "insert tab A into slot B". Often what
we find interesting are all of the events that lead up to penetration.
The actual act is simply the crescendo that all of the other notes
lead up to. I keep thinking of Postmodern Courtesan's comment when it
comes to my spanking stories. There's a limit to the number of ways that
a spanking can be described. My stories tend toward fetishistic
detail when it comes to the spanking and I keep wondering if the
repetition becomes tedious. The events that lead up to the spanking
are different, but the spanking always seems to be the same. So I
hope that this story doesn't bore you and that you will have your hand
inside your panties as you read it (naughty girl).

Confession

One of the breathtakingly erotic photographs published on the French
site Red Charls

Maria loved Sunday ritual. Perhaps it was going to church when she
was a little girl. Every Sunday James gave Maria a spanking. In
Maria's mind these spankings where linked to memories of confession,
penance and redemption. The key to forgiveness, the priests used to
tell her, was true repentance. Maria found that repentance came
easily when she was crying as James spanked her bare bottom.

On Sunday Maria sung in the church choir. She and James would get up
early, have coffee and toast before going church. Maria loved the old
stone building. The church had been built by Italian stone masons who
had left "the old country" for America and had built the church to
look like a small version of an Italian cathedral.

Maria and the Church had parted ways years ago and its meddling in
right wing American politics infuriated her. Although Maria had her
differences with the Church, she loved singing in the choir. The
voices of the choir and the sacred space of the church still moved
her. Most of all Maria loved singing choral pieces by Bach. Although
she was not sure any more that God was really there, she thought that
if He did exist, He had created Bach to write music for Him.

After choir Maria and James went out to a late breakfast. They always
went to the same restaurant and the owners treated them like family,
greeting them by name. Connie, who ran the the kitchen and would come
out and talk to them. Maria felt like Mom had cooked her breakfast,
which somehow fit into the Sunday spanking ritual.

The core of Maria's life was her marriage to James. She loved the
fact that James was dependable and she knew that when she needed him,
he would always be there for her. The fact that she could depend on
James to give her a spanking every Sunday was very important to her.
James always told Maria, usually when she was getting a spanking, that
spankings where supposed to hurt. Spankings hurt, but they also felt
like love, even when Maria was sobbing as she was spanked over James'
knee.

It had been one of those weeks when everything seemed to go wrong.
That Sunday Maria knew that she deserved a long hard spanking, so she
was careful not to eat too much at breakfast. The thought of her
impending spanking made her tummy nervous enough without the help of
too many home fries.

When they got home after breakfast James went upstairs with Maria and
ran the water in the bathtub. While the bathtub filled he undressed
her, unzipping the back of her choir gown so she could slide it off
her shoulders. While the bathtub filled Maria sat at her makeup table
and James brushed her hair, winding it into a bun and pinning it with
little hair clamps. The hairbrush was made of heavy dark wood and had
a wide flat back, which James sometimes used to spank Maria. When
James finished with her hair Maria stood up, slipped her panties off
and walked naked into the bathroom. James thought that Maria looked
indescribably beautiful as he watched her hips move as she walked away
from him.

Ten minutes later, when James went into the bathroom Maria was leaning
back in the tub, with her head resting on the edge. James rolled up
the sleeves of his shirt and got a big natural sponge from under the
sink and a container of bath soap. He knelt down next to the tub and
Maria sat up so he could scrub her back. James had her stand up so he
could wash the rest of her body. When James had run the sponge over
her front, he turned Maria around and had her lean against the tiled
wall. He ran the sponge over her lower back. When he got to her
bottom he spread her cheeks, gently washing her cleft with the sponge.
When he had first started giving her baths, Maria had clenched her
buttocks, not letting the sponge into this private part of her. James
had spanked her and Maria reluctantly obeyed him when he told her to
relax. Now that she had learned to relax, she found that the sponge
moving between her buttocks felt good, as the warm water slicing down
her cleft.

When James had washed her he pulled the plug in the tub and dried
Maria with a fluffy bath towel. Maria put on the sheer white bikini
panties that James had put on the bathroom counter for her and
followed James into the bedroom.

James got the ruler paddle from the night stand and sat down on the side
of the bed. Maria stood on his right side, looking down at the paddle
and his lap.

"Come on, love, over my lap"

When Maria had positioned herself across his lap, James started
spanking the seat of her panties with the ruler paddle. As the smacks
continued each was echoed by a "ow" from Maria. Her sheer panties
where not much protection from the hardwood that was punishing
her bottom. After James had counted out twenty smacks he put down the
ruler paddle. Maria raised her hips as he slid her panties down to
her knees. James stroked the smooth curves of Maria's buttocks.

"Now let's talk about this last week, my love", James prompted.

Lying naked over James' lap with her panties bunched up around her
knees made Maria feel very submissive. Like a penitent little girl,
she began to confess all of her little naughtinesses for the past
week. When she had to talk about something embarrassing it was easier
when she did not have to look James in the eye. Although in this
position it was also difficult to forget that her bottom would soon
pay for all of her little sins.

Some weeks were relatively spotless, with little in the way of naughty
behavior to confess. At most, calling another driver a bad name when
she was cut on in traffic. One week she had confessed that she has
masturbated at work, with her office door locked, lying back in her
chair with her panties down around her thighs, thinking of James
spanking her. No matter how minor the naughtiness, Maria always got
spanked on Sunday, but when there were only minor offenses to atone
for, James gave her several orgasms mixed in with the pain of her
spanking before he entered her pussy from behind.

When Maria started to talk about the things she felt guilty about it
was always hard at first. Once she got going all of the things she
felt bad about just started flow out in a stream of words. James
listened to her without saying much, interjecting an encouraging
comment here and there and an occasional question.

"I'm going to give you a hard spanking, my love", James said when
Maria had finally stopped talking. He stroked her back. "Then it
will all be better. But you're going to have to do some crying
first."

"Yes, Sir", Maria said in a little voice.

"I'm going to give you another twenty strokes with the ruler
paddle", John told her. "Then I want you to lie over the pillows for
me and take forty strokes with the whip. I'll finish your spanking
over my lap with twenty strokes on each cheek with the punishment
paddle."

"Do I have to be whipped? Can't I have the cane instead?", Maria
pleaded.

"Do you think that you haven't been naughty enough for a whipping?"

Maria hated this kind of question. She knew that she probably did
deserve a whipping, but she didn't want to have to say so.

"Well, young lady", James prompted as the silence stretched out.

"Yes, Sir"

"Yes, Sir what?"

"Yes, Sir I deserve a whipping", Maria said rapidly, as if somehow
by saying the words fast they would disappear before James heard them.

James picked up the ruler paddle and patted Maria's bare bottom.
"Is there anything else you want to tell me before I spank you?"

"I'm very sorry, Sir. I promise that I'll try harder to be a good girl."

"I know, love. A hard spanking will help you remember to be a good
girl. Now shall we get started?"

Maria knew that she needed a spanking, but it was with great
reluctance that she said "Yes, Sir".

James brought the paddle down across Maria's bare bottom. The
strokes hurt and Maria kicked her legs, which were confined by her
panties around her knees. Maria wished that she still had the thin
material of her panties between the soft skin of her bottom and the
paddle. Maria tried to be a good girl and think about why she was
getting a spanking as James reddened her bottom with the ruler paddle.
She knew that she had been naughty and she felt that she had let
herself down as well. When James stopped paddling her, a few tears
lined her cheeks.

"OK, my love, you can get up now."

When Maria stood up, her panties fell down around her ankles and she
stepped out of them.

"Please get the whip", James told her, as he started piling pillows
in the middle of the bed.

Maria looked up at him pleadingly. Seeing that James was not going
to suddenly change his mind, she turned and went to the closet where
the spanking implements hung.

Maria returned with the whip and held it out for James. The whip
James punished her with was a black English riding whip, with
smooth leather covering the shaft and a short thin leather loop at the
end. When James had taken the whip from her hands, Maria went to the
bed and lay over the pillows that James had piled in the middle.
Her teddy bear was pushed up against the head board and she pulled the
bear to her, burying her face against it. She felt very vulnerable, the
pillows under her hips pushing her bottom up, her thighs spread
exposing her pussy.

James brought the shaft of the whip down across Maria's upraised
bottom. Her cry was muffled by the teddy bear. James gave her a
stroke every few seconds, each stroke leaving a faint red line across
her buttocks. Maria tried to think about the things that she had done
to earn herself a spanking, but as the whip burned across her bottom
all she could think about was how much it hurt. Soon she as crying
softly into the terrycloth of her bear. James gave her a stroke near
the lower curve of her bottom, where the tender skin was sore from the
paddling he had given her. She pressed her thighs together, clenching
her buttocks, squirming as the fire of the whip stroke burned
across her bottom.

"You know better than that, love", James reminded her. "You've just
earned yourself another two strokes"

Maria moved back to the center of the pillows, her thighs together,
her hips pressed down.

"Thighs spread and get that bottom up", James ordered.

"Good girl", James told her when Maria had complied. "Now keep that
bottom nice and high for me."

James brought the whip down across Maria's upraised bottom. She
cried out again but managed to stay in position, pushing her bottom
up, offering it for the whip. She managed to stay in position for
another six strokes when James gave her another hard stroke across
the lower curve of her bottom.

"That's another two, young lady", James warned as Maria squirmed on
the bed. "Now get that bottom up, young lady". Crying, Maria
complied, arching and offering her ass as James whipped her.

When Maria had put her legs together, James gave her a stroke across
her upper thighs. The pain of the stroke took her breath away. As it
faded James gave her another, just below the first. "This is what
girls get when the don't keep their bottoms nice and high", James told
her as he gave her the third and then the forth stroke. Maria was
crying harder now.

James sat down next to her and petted her hair, caressing her and
kissing her. He stroked her bottom, feeling her hot skin and the
welts that crossed the curves of her buttocks. After a few minutes of
James' caresses Maria's crying slowed, then stopped.

James got up and moved to the other side of the bed. He
tapped Maria's bottom with the whip. "Get that bottom up", he
ordered.

"Please, Sir. I'm sorry I was a bad girl. I promise I'll be good",
Maria said as she pushed her bottom up.

"I know, love. I know you'll be a good girl. Now I want you to
show me what a good girl you can be by keeping your bottom up for me
so I don't have to give you extras. Can you do that for me?"

Maria started crying. "I'll try, Sir. But it hurts so much."

James started whipping her again. Maria tried to count the strokes
but she soon lost track and the pain flowed across her bottom.
Somehow she managed to keep her bottom up as she cried into the
comforter, holding her bear tightly. Finally the strokes stopped.

James walked over to the night stand and got the punishment paddle.
The paddle was made of dense, dark hardwood and was shaped like a
paddle ball paddle. It was only used for punishment spankings. James
sat down on the side of the bed, holding the paddle in his right hand.

Maria got up from the pillows and rubbed her bottom as she walked
over to James' right side. Her face was streaked with tears. She lay
across his lap.

"Good girl", James told her. He was pleased to see that Maria had
positioned her bottom over his right knee, her body at a slight angle
so that he would be able to use the full swing of his arm when he
spanked her with the paddle. Maria was crying as James caressed her
for a few minutes, running his fingers over the curve buttocks and
down the cleft. Her bottom was crimson and welted from the whipping.

Maria felt the smooth wood of the paddle caress her right buttock.
"You're spanking is almost over, love", James told her. The caress
stopped and then a moment later the paddle came down on her cheek,
very hard. Then another hard smack on her left cheek. James gave the
paddle smacks hard, alternating sides. Maria was soon sobbing as
James spanked her. At first James held her tightly as she kicked her
legs as the paddle punished her welted bottom. Then it was as if she
stopped fighting the pain and she lay limp over James knee, not even
clenching her cheeks, as she sobbed as he spanked her.

When the strokes stopped she was still sobbing like a spanked little
girl. James pulled her up into his arms and held her, petting her
hair, kissing her and telling her she was a good girl. James handed
her a tissue so she could blow her nose and dry her tears.

When Maria had stopped crying James told her that he wanted her to
lie over the pillows again so he could take her. Lying over the
pillows, Maria heard James undressing behind her. She watched him
get the lube, a condom and a hand towel from the bedside night stand.

"Spread your cheeks", James ordered.

Maria pushed her bottom up, reached back and spread her buttocks.
She felt the cool lube as James pushed it inside her bottom. His
finger withdrew for a moment and then returned with more lube. She
watched as James put the condom on his cock, which stood straight out
in front of him.

James went to the closet and returned with the spanking strap.
"I want you to take another ten strokes with the strap for me. Can
you do that for me, love", James asked.

"Yes, Sir", Maria said reluctantly. She moved her arms in front of
her, putting her thighs together slightly, pushing her bottom up.

James brought the strap down hard across Maria's bottom, using a
forehand stroke on her right buttock and a backhand stroke on her left
cheek. She cried out and after a few strokes was crying again
as the strap cracked across her punished bottom.

She felt James move behind her. She could feel the welts and the hot
skin of her punished bottom as she spread her buttocks for James. She
felt his cock against her anus, pressing gently, moving in and out,
then deeper. At first there was a brief flare of pain and she felt
like she would never be able to take his cock. The she started to
relax as his cock passed the ring of muscle. As James' thrusts went
deeper and faster, the pain of penetration was replaced by the
soreness of her bottom as he took her hard, slamming into her punished
cheeks. She heard him breathing fast and then gasp as he came. After
a moment he pulled out of her and went to the bathroom to discard the
condom. When he came back he held her again, kissing her, telling her
that she was a good girl and that he loved her.

When they took a shower together Maria shied away from the hot water
as it ran against her welted bottom. James washed her bottom and then
gently dried her. He got a tube of lotion and she lay across his lap
as he rubbed the cool lotion over her punished bottom. Maria felt
relaxed, all of her little sins atoned for.